I was looking around a music isntrument store, seeking out a pair of drumsticks for a friend for christmas. I found a good pair, and I went to the front counter to pay for them. I whipped out my interac card and passed it to the clerk. He looked at my name and told me that my uncle was a great drummer. I asked him who he was talking about, and he told me about Bill Kruetzmann from the Grateful Dead. I told him that I'd never heard of him before!
he looked insulted and promptly shut up.
Anyhow, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it...
Oh My GOD! This thread gets scarier and scarier ever time I've checked to today. Now that I've posted, we'll probably have some kind of final destination senerio start with kind of luck I've had today.